The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Dazzling thunder flashes in his hands. This is a lost miracle of hunting dragons. People in later generations don't understand it. If you want to pierce the immortal scales of ancient dragons, you can't do it just by throwing lightning, you have to stab directly from the dragon's body. Into Thunderbolt.

The thunderbolt turned into a spear that pierced through everything, aiming at the biggest crack and piercing through it.

Finally, with the thunder and lightning widening the gap, under a burst of dazzling light, the natural disaster was finally defeated by the strength of everyone.

Sang, who was exhausted, landed along with the scattered gravel, and fell on the top floor of a core energy tower.

It was over, cheers of people fleeing for their lives came from the city, but still looking at the sky, San supported his body and stood up.

The sound of howling appeared along with the shadows covering the city. Under everyone's gradually dull and desperate eyes, the second natural disaster of the same size came like a mockery of fate.

It's like saying that all the hard work and sacrifices are futile, and the result is the same.

Years from now, when standing in the heart of Chernobog facing the apocalypse, San will think of the afternoon he watched the undead spread fire so many years ago.

A black sun hangs in the gloomy sky, and the dim light envelopes the world, setting off a desolate sense of death.

Obtaining technology from the remnants of Dolan Gured, the Throne of Desire to link the first fire has been waiting for a long time, and the fiery flames are burning like a stove waiting for firewood.

Walking through the streets of Lothric, wolves wearing pointed hats walked alone, without cheers or respect, people feared them, because they couldn't understand each other at all, so they only stayed at a respectful distance.

But even so, even in the bleak scene, no one from the undead team stopped for this. The silent wolves stared at the flames and took steps without regret.

Lothric's knights stood on both sides of the eager throne, paying their respects but also looking down on them.

The holy king and princess looked down at this year's firewood, and suddenly noticed something, and the god asked with a condescending attitude.

"One is missing, is it dead?"

He still remembered the undead team he met with in the past, and the huge soul in his body was a very high-quality fuel.

But no one answered, and the silence to express their position made the atmosphere even more tense.

輕+-文=&交=&流//：%⑦>+5>⑥@{1～+3<@3$7#|②=六“……哼，也罢，那么燃烧吧。”

"Wolfbloods who inherit the will of Artorius."

Finally arrived at the last moment of spreading the fire.

Everyone turned around and looked at each other, as if they wanted to gather the faces of their comrades in their arms for the last time in their eyes. All the battles and lives in the past emerged at this moment, showing different emotions.

As an undead who is hated by everyone, no one thought that he would be able to make it this far.

They all have different reasons for joining the undead team.

Living a desperate life, holding the sword tightly with trembling hands, fighting against the endless darkness, facing sacrifice and self-lost again and again.

Is it painful?Maybe.

But always, everyone loves deeply.

So I have never regretted this way of life.

The mood of the captain is even more indescribable.

As the only survivor in the first generation of the undead team, all the memories of what he has seen, felt, and fought are flooding his mind at this moment, but they are all turned into a simple sentence.

"Everyone, let's burn together."

I don't know who he is facing, but he left behind a quiet will, turned around and walked towards the throne of longing and the cradle of suffering.

The same is true for everyone, without any regrets.

And watching them from thousands of miles away, feeling the connection of wolf blood disappearing one by one, Sang didn't shed tears, and didn't show any expression, just stretched out his hand, as if trying to keep something.

Until the last link is broken in the burning of flames.

After all, he turned back into a human being, just like in the beginning.

And he also understands that this loneliness will not disappear, until the end of the mission that even the soul dies, it will be like a shadow behind him, continuing the countless hours of this life.

Eyes opened.

Watching the oncoming natural disaster.

Sang drew his sword to support his body and stood up.

won't end.

won't get you there.

The reason for fighting is to be worthy of all sacrifices.

"Fire—"

He said.

【Can you burn it again】

So it burned.

The soul is constantly burning, and the flesh and blood seem to turn into skeletons in the flames.

And at this time, behind Sang, countless figures kept appearing, which he knew, no matter whether the end point was the initial flame or the mud of the abyss, no matter what reason the sword was once raised, at this moment, those who used to Those who fought with him still stand with him.

Turning his head, Sang turned his head and smiled.

"Everyone, let's burn together."

He said what he always wanted to say.

Countless rays of light shot into the sky like arrows, and even after the attack, they would dissipate. The natural disasters were shaken violently by the stabs one after another. With continuous accumulation, the cracks continued to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, only a few people remained.

Latesia nodded, and also disappeared at the end of the sky.

The captain followed closely behind, just nodding his head.

A criss-cross cross cuts the pronounced opening.

Fiery flames burn on the edge of the sword, extending as if to cut through the sky of misery.

Jumping high, Sang aimed at the gap and slashed down.

With a burst of light announcing that everything is finally over, dawn finally comes and illuminates the whole world.

And when the smoke from the explosion disappeared, the figure who saved the city had disappeared before dawn.

At this moment, the city finally began to move, and began to leave this dangerous area quickly.

"Successful! Mr. Sang! Mr. Sang, are you okay? Please answer—"

No signal, communicator destroyed.

"Mr. Sang..."

"It'll be all right."

Facing Amiya who was beginning to feel lost, the doctor said suddenly.

But the tone did not seem to be comforting the girl, but seemed to be self-persuading.

"He's not going to die like this."

Group}chat}: >wife{五#*刻%一>$三~三&>给%%二$&半"Just wait, just like the dawn, the sun will always rise."

on the road.

Vision has begun to disappear, and the burning soul has begun to erode consciousness, leaving only instinct to drive the body forward.

Go ahead, keep going.

But this time, where is the end?

Is there a reason to move forward?

"Hey, you guy, you did something incredible."

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

It doesn't matter who it is.

"Are you still alive?"

"The meaningless question has been like this for a long time. The point is not whether I can, but whether I want to."

Even if the soul is burned, the way of life still exists.

And he's on his way.

"Then, live on."

"Why... do you say that?"

It's almost there, it's ready.

It's been long enough.

He deserves to die too.

"Because I think that people don't die when they deserve to die, but when they can die."

"When you come to this city next time, come and fry chestnuts nearby. I suddenly want to eat it. And...let me thank you too."

Thank you for saving our city.

There was silence for a while.

After passing by, the response came from behind.

"...that's fine too."

He stepped forward.

Walked in front of the only 【生】.

Ashes awakened, the sarcophagus that contained enormous energy.

He took a step, fell down, and closed the coffin lid.

The light of miracle shone for the last time.

Now the only thing that can be done is non-directional space teleportation.

Well, let's see what kind of place you'll be in when you wake up.

San closed his eyes.

end of book

(Think about the outline and ask for a day off)

That concludes the Ursus chapter, and frankly, I'm not happy with it.

Most of the plots are no longer interesting to write, and many characters have not been added, which are too sloppy.

Sang's character image is too complete, which makes it difficult for me to write a character arc.

It's too inhumane to write about the relaxing daily life. After all, there are still too many shortcomings.

This book is a work written by me after I finished playing Black Soul, and then finished reading One Hundred Years of Solitude. After all, it was a bit of a brain fever, and it didn't match the style of writing I was used to in the previous book.

But I will continue to write after all, at least until I figure out what I want to write.

The next chapter is Yanguo, and I would like to thank all readers for all their support so far.

I would like to wish you all a happy Spring Festival in advance.

[-] years of loneliness

Chapter 116: A Century of Life

It was raining under a gray sky.

A funeral procession was walking on the street. The funeral procession at the front blew loud music that could not break the suppressed range. Behind the procession, a teenager in a raincoat walked forward with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Ah, how long is it?"